Okay ... maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately. I'll admit, I have a tendency to carry a packed schedule. And for the most part, I can do this quite well. But there are times -- and I think they come in waves -- that I need to gtfo and decompress. This is why you suddenly find out I went to the beach, or was MIA for an entire weekend. It happens. It's been happening for my entire adult life. Those who know me, either embrace it, or get over the fact that I'm not changing.
But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding.
As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, I become the most heinous woman you'll ever cross. And lately, I've been missing the hot showers and no phone days. And it's been showing. I'm on the brink of utter heinousness and I'm telling you, you really don't want to see that.
On top of being uber beesh who'll destroy your existence for not taking out the trash or returning her email, I get ultra emotional (read: cry like there's no end in sight) and often times react to situations without using my usual and trusty old tools like logic and reason.
About three days ago I was having a conversation with my best guy friend. We talked over a couple hours about all kinds of things -- some pertaining to him, some to me, some neither of us. At one point it came up that I was so damn busy this summer. When would I get to relax? He said, in what I thought was a joking matter, that I needed to treat myself to a day at a spa. The comment blew by so quickly and the conversation transitioned to something like the habits of dogs that I never thought another thing about it ... until I checked the mail yesterday.
In my mail box I found an envelope, hand-addressed to me from Cloud 9 Spa and Salon in Gainesville. When I opened it, I found a brochure wrapped in a sleeve with a message on the front.
To: Alison
From: Patrick
I think you might need this. Thanks for being a good friend. Go relax.
I started crying immediately. Attempted to compose myself (because the last thing Patrick wants is to answer his phone to a sobbing, incoherent schlub babbling on about a spa treatment) and called him. When the phone was ringing, I was fine. When he answered, I started crying again. I can't help it.
I think it sends me to tears when people do generous things for me because it's not often it happens. I'm not saying the people in my life aren't generous, but your run-of-the-mill generosity isn't the same as picking up on the fact that your friend needs to be pampered and surprising her with a gift card to a top of the line local spa.
I've been carrying it around with me since yesterday. I'm still trying to decide what to do and when to go. Although I think I've decided I'm not going until Traci's wedding is over. Because once that occasion passes, it's all downhill for the rest of the summer. And I'd like to start the downhill slalom with a deep and refreshed zen about me.
My question to you is, what kind of treatment would you get if you could have anything at Cloud 9 you wanted? I really want answers to this, because I'm definitely not the type to know what kinds of things to try.
But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding.
As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, I become the most heinous woman you'll ever cross. And lately, I've been missing the hot showers and no phone days. And it's been showing. I'm on the brink of utter heinousness and I'm telling you, you really don't want to see that.
On top of being uber beesh who'll destroy your existence for not taking out the trash or returning her email, I get ultra emotional (read: cry like there's no end in sight) and often times react to situations without using my usual and trusty old tools like logic and reason.
About three days ago I was having a conversation with my best guy friend. We talked over a couple hours about all kinds of things -- some pertaining to him, some to me, some neither of us. At one point it came up that I was so damn busy this summer. When would I get to relax? He said, in what I thought was a joking matter, that I needed to treat myself to a day at a spa. The comment blew by so quickly and the conversation transitioned to something like the habits of dogs that I never thought another thing about it ... until I checked the mail yesterday.
In my mail box I found an envelope, hand-addressed to me from Cloud 9 Spa and Salon in Gainesville. When I opened it, I found a brochure wrapped in a sleeve with a message on the front.
To: Alison
From: Patrick
I think you might need this. Thanks for being a good friend. Go relax.
I started crying immediately. Attempted to compose myself (because the last thing Patrick wants is to answer his phone to a sobbing, incoherent schlub babbling on about a spa treatment) and called him. When the phone was ringing, I was fine. When he answered, I started crying again. I can't help it.
I think it sends me to tears when people do generous things for me because it's not often it happens. I'm not saying the people in my life aren't generous, but your run-of-the-mill generosity isn't the same as picking up on the fact that your friend needs to be pampered and surprising her with a gift card to a top of the line local spa.
I've been carrying it around with me since yesterday. I'm still trying to decide what to do and when to go. Although I think I've decided I'm not going until Traci's wedding is over. Because once that occasion passes, it's all downhill for the rest of the summer. And I'd like to start the downhill slalom with a deep and refreshed zen about me.
My question to you is, what kind of treatment would you get if you could have anything at Cloud 9 you wanted? I really want answers to this, because I'm definitely not the type to know what kinds of things to try.
Comments
I've very little spa experience. I had a GC for a few treatments and gave it to my husband. ;)
However, I will tell you that nothing makes me feel better than freshly waxed eyebrows. I love it when one becomes two.
And I'd never had a pedicure until my 9th month of pregnancy and it was to die for! This from a person that can't stand feet. I got one the day before my wedding, too, and it rocked.
Whatever you decide to do, ENJOY!
You kill me with your comedy! Seriously though, I've never waxed my eyebrows... be honest, does that hurt like a mother?? I'm used to plucking at this point.